Chapter 115
That might explain why rape and prostitution had persisted unbroken from ancient times right up to the present day. Once a man got a taste for a woman's body, he could never live without it again.
Hanyaseong was no different. He'd already been with Senior Choi Yujin, and now he was doing it with Senior Euna too. Telling him to go the rest of his life without women was damn near impossible. He was right in the thick of discovering that pleasure—no way could he stop now. Somehow, he had to keep sleeping with women for the rest of his days.
Slurp, smack... Senior Euna started sucking his cock even more aggressively. As expected, the first time was the hardest—once you got the hang of it, sucking dick came naturally fast. She'd started out just timidly licking the head, but now she was shoving his cock deep into her mouth, sucking it as far down as she could.
Watching Senior Euna kneel there naked on the bed, eyes squeezed shut, devotedly slurping away at her junior's cock—it made him chuckle. Just two months ago, during that MT trip, he couldn't have imagined this in his wildest dreams. And yet here she was, reduced to kneeling nude on the bed and sucking off a guy's dick.
Smack, smack... She was making happy noises, sucking him off like a pro. The more Hanyaseong thought about it while she worked his cock, the stranger it all seemed. Both Senior Choi Yujin and Senior Euna—why were they fooling around with him like this? It was beyond comprehension.
That just made him all the more grateful for that other world and the portal. Without them, he'd still be alone, jerking off to porn. He never would've gotten to do this stuff with Senior Choi Yujin or Senior Euna.
As Senior Euna kept lavishing his cock with her mouth and tongue, Hanyaseong gradually felt the urge to cum building. Sure, she was a beginner, but it was still a woman's mouth on his dick. Her lips and tongue felt too damn good—he couldn't hold back anymore.
Finally, after holding out as long as he could, he blasted his load right into Senior Euna's mouth.
“Ugh...! Swallow it all!”
“......”
Jang Euna tried to pull away the instant his cock swelled huge in her mouth and the semen exploded out. But Hanyaseong yelled at her to swallow, so she couldn't bring herself to spit it out. Helpless, she squeezed her eyes shut, keeping the head locked between her lips as she let the cum flood her mouth.
It came out in such huge quantities that her mouth filled up in seconds. Jang Euna had no choice but to gulp it down bit by bit, eyes clenched tight.
Gulp... Huh? But the taste of the semen wasn't bad at all—better than she'd expected. It was kinda bland, but somehow refreshing and fresh too.
Jang Euna gripped Hanyaseong's cock with both hands, glans still in her mouth, and kept swallowing the semen in small sips. The more she ate, the more she got used to it. It wasn't something she had to force down or anything unbearable.
In the end, Jang Euna swallowed every last drop of cum that Hanyaseong's cock pumped out. She'd eaten so much her stomach felt full. Only when no more came did she finally pull her mouth off the head.
“Whew... I'm stuffed...”
It felt like she'd downed almost a paper cup's worth. She couldn't help wondering if all guys shot this much semen.
Hanyaseong collapsed exhausted onto the bed. The instant he'd cum, the effects of that red fruit had worn off completely. His energy was draining away fast. His cock shrank rapidly too. The hangover was kicking in.
As Hanyaseong lay there limply on the bed, Jang Euna wiped the semen from her lips with the back of her hand and gave him a weird look.
“What's wrong? You okay?”
“No... I just pushed too hard, so I'm wiped out...”
“Yeah? Then rest up. I'm beat too.”
Jang Euna lay down next to Hanyaseong. Even so, having swallowed all his cum made her feel embarrassed.
“This was my first time tasting semen too.”
“Was it okay?”
“Yeah. It was fine.”
“Sucking dick was your first time too, right?”
“Yep. Everything's a first for me. Except showing you my insides.”
She said it with a hint of lingering regret. Hanyaseong had a question nagging at him.
“But why did your dad have to personally check your pussy? Couldn't he just send you to an OB-GYN? It's just a hymen exam, right?”
“That could've started rumors. Hell, it has before. Back in the day, upper-class families would send their daughters to clinics or call the family doctor to the house for pussy checks. That way they could prove virginity and marry them off strategically to even better families. But people talk, you know? Word got out that the elite were inspecting their daughters' hymens just to snag good marriages. Once that spread through high society, everyone stopped. Well, not completely—it's still done on the down-low. They check for prior pregnancies or abortions before marriage. But one time, a daughter, wife, and OB-GYN faked the papers to hide an abortion. The husband had no clue and married her off to a cabinet minister's son. When it came out later, that family went ballistic. Instant divorce and she got kicked out. After that, even OB-GYNs couldn't be trusted. So Dad checked my pussy himself. He said sending me to a clinic risked rumors and fakes.”
“I see.”
Now it made sense. Human error or fraud could happen with anything people handled. To avoid that, her father had inspected his own daughter's pussy personally.
“Still, you're lucky you're upper class.”
“Why?”
“If you weren't, your dad probably would've raped you. You think he'd just check your pussy and let it go?”
“True. That perv... If I'd been a stepdaughter, he'd have raped me for sure. He's holding back 'cause I'm blood. Back in his prime, he was wild—drug-fueled sex parties with hot actresses, knocking up pretty secretaries and office ladies... That's the scum making up our country's elite. All holding down big positions.”
“Who were those actresses?”
“You'd know the names. Want me to tell you?”
“Sure.”
He recognized them—top beauties from the '90s.
“Being chaebol sure has its perks. Fucking actresses like that whenever they want. Kinda jealous. Regular guys just buy their photo books, but chaebol summon them and fuck anytime.”
“Still happens. Always will. Upper class and female celebs are inseparable. Like how noblemen played with gisaeng girls back in the day. Same shit.”
“What happened to those actresses?”
“Not one made a comeback after that drug-sex scandal. Know why?”
“Public hated them? Blacklisted from movies?”
“Nah. The chaebol families pulled strings. If those actresses returned to films or TV, their kids' names would keep popping up in the media tied to the scandal. So they buried them completely, let the whole thing fade from public memory.”
“That's how it was?”
“Yeah. That's why nobody talks about it now. It's ancient history, over 20 years old, and with those actresses off screens, no fuel for gossip. But if even one showed up in a movie again, it'd explode—'Remember she did drugs and fucked chaebol heirs?'”
“Yeah, it'd be all anyone talked about.”
“Funny part? Those actresses took massive hits, forced into retirement. But the chaebol heirs? Zero punishment. No arrests, no charges. It all fizzled out, names never even leaked. Now those heirs are company presidents and directors. Hilarious. Even my dad struts around as chairman with no shame. Back then, people knew chaebol kids fucked actresses on drugs, but not who. No names to curse. The families blocked real identities, shut down the press. That's the elite. But those actresses, forced to entertain those heirs? All vanished, careers destroyed. No idea what they're doing now.”
“Kinda sad.”
“Not really. They reaped what they sowed. They got sponsored, so they got called up. Nothing's free in this world. You see it sometimes—gorgeous actresses who flop, and mediocre ones starring in everything, raking in CFs. That's sponsorship difference. Unsponsored girls can't break through. Landing drama or movie leads? Like grabbing stars from the sky.”
Hanyaseong thought that when he got rich someday, he'd love to sponsor hot celebs like that. Just pay and fuck pretty idols—damn convenient world. The rich and elite really lived it up. While commoners and plebs bitched about the world and the country, scraping by. It looked that way, at least.